Lingering Garden

One.

In October [-], it had been several months since the end of World War II, and the railway line had not yet been opened, leaving only a few main lines open to traffic.As for the few trunk lines in the district, you have to check heavily when getting on and off the bus.

Mo Nian got off the train.He was dragging a cowhide suitcase, wrapped in a gray plaid woolen overcoat, and a scarf covering most of his face.There was a little patter of rain, and he couldn't help sneezing.

The railway station in Shanghai is a straight line, and every five meters there is a Kuomintang soldier carrying a gun.Mo Nian walked on the cobblestone road all the way, and the cowhide box rattled along the way.He waited for a long time at the station—couldn't wait for a rickshaw.As soon as the war ended, how could anyone have the capital to do this immediately? —So he could only walk back.He was lucky, just after walking for more than half a mile, he bumped into a small tricycle.Mo Nian didn't dislike it either, he tidied up and climbed up on the haystack and sat down, taking a ride.He always felt that the road was bumpy and flustered. Forgive him for being used to staying in the Soviet Union. He didn't take a car for a long time, and he still fainted half his life when he got out of the car.

Mo Nian stood at the gate of Lingering Garden, pressing the slightly closed wooden door with his hand, feeling a sudden discomfort in his heart.

His parents were killed a few years ago, and Mr. Li sent him out of the country in a hurry and never contacted him again.Now he is only 23 years old, and he is in the prime of his life, but when he returned to the country, he was in such a dilapidated state.He heard about the evil deeds of the Japanese army in the Soviet Union, so he hurriedly completed his credits and rushed to Shanghai, catching up with the first batch of returning home after the victory.Along the way, I took a train for 27 hours, stayed overnight at the Sino-Soviet border railway station, followed by [-] hours of turbulence, plus the rain, and now I feel dizzy, probably with a low fever .

Mo Nian struggled to push the door open and move the box. ——His leather suitcase didn't contain any clothes, but it was stuffed full of academic materials, almost overweight.

In the hall is not only Butler Li, but also...a soldier?

A soldier, with his upper body naked, was wounded all over his body.The removed bandage was wrapped around the hand.He had closed his eyes to rest, but when he heard the sound, he opened them again, and a pair of long and narrow eyes fixedly stared at him.Butler Li panicked first, holding a bottle of brown ointment at a loss.

"Mr. Li, do you have a bedroom?"

"Yes, yes. It's been cleaning all the time, shall I take you there?"

Mo Nian shook his head, only found a clean room and fell down, his head was buzzing.

two.

When Mo Nian woke up, the sky had not yet dawned, and the sun had just revealed its head.It is already late autumn, and the morning is slightly cool.

At this time, Shanghai was still very chaotic.The political power is in the hands of the government, and the [-]-[-] agreement has just been signed, so there is no trouble, but after all, it is not peaceful, so I can only stay for a few days, pay Mr. Li's work fee, and find out where to go before leaving. It is too late.As for where to go and whom to go to, there is no definite number.He went abroad when he was in middle school, and the playmates he met in school were not very familiar, and he hadn't contacted him for several years, so he probably couldn't rely on him.Now I can't just run away and go back to the Soviet Union, and I've used this relationship in vain.

Mo Nian was wearing a shirt and black trousers, and cloth shoes—Mr. Li put them by the bed while he was fast asleep, and walked all the way to the backyard.His memory of the Lingering Garden was a little fuzzy, and it took him a long time to find his way.He planned to boil a pot of water and make ginger tea to drive away the cold.My mind is a little chaotic, maybe the fever hasn't subsided yet.

But there was someone in the backyard, the soldier, standing by the small stove in front of the kitchen door.

Mo Nian stood aside and looked at him: that man habitually stood like a tree, wearing a neat yellow military uniform, without a military rank, maybe even if he took it off.There was a military emblem on his chest, but Mo Nian couldn't see it clearly.On the feet, well, they are also cloth shoes.The man slowly moved his eyes from the teapot to Mo Nian.

The water boiled, and the lid of the small pot jingled.

"How long are you going to... stay?" There was no surprise, no doubt.Mo Nian walked over quickly and turned off the ignition, and asked familiarly as if he were acquainted.He didn't think it was a question, just a few words of pleasantries, Mr. Li wouldn't harm him, and it didn't matter if one more person lived in the yard.

"Follow the army." His voice was cold and low, and his words were unclear. He was from the south.He didn't intend to make up an identity at will, but told him the truth.Although this is not a satisfactory answer, Mo Nian doesn't mean it.

"Well, that's it?" Mo Nian moistened a cloth with some water, wrapped it around the handle of the pot, and walked to the kitchen with the teapot, kicking a small stone with great enjoyment.The soldier followed behind him, and the voice came over clearly and abruptly:

"Luo Chengyuan." He paused, afraid he didn't make it clear, and added: "Luo Chengyuan, my name."

Mo Nian squinted his eyes and turned around, leaning on the lintel and smiling at Luo Chengyuan.

"Mo Nian."

He has a pair of glasses, but not myopia, only slight astigmatism.He just woke up and didn't know where his luggage was, so he didn't put it on.Luo Chengyuan stood against the light, the contours of his face softened into clusters of variegated colorful patches.He seemed to sense Mo Nian's gaze, so he looked at him and smiled.

Bing doesn't laugh often, Mo Nian thinks so.

Mo Nian rummaged in the kitchen for a long time but did not find the target. Instead, Luo Chengyuan got over him and found a basket of ginger from the threshold he had overlooked, washed it and shredded it, and put it in a bowl.

"Come here." Luo Chengyuan suddenly said, and Mo Nian obediently walked over.The teapot was snatched by Luo Chengyuan, and water was poured along the bowl wall, and Jiangsi floated and sank accordingly.

"How do you know...?" When he drank ginger tea, he never boiled it in boiling water. He just soaked it in boiling water, soaked it for a while, and put a little salt.

"That's what Mr. Li did." Luo Chengyuan followed his example.

Mo Nian touched his nose, and went to the main hall with Luo Chengyuan.Holding the porcelain bowl, he sipped tea, chatted loosely with Luo Chengyuan, and finally returned to his original doubts.

"Are you... the Kuomintang army?"

"Colonel."

Mo Nian had a headache for a moment.

He submitted an application for joining the party in the Soviet Union, and when he returned to China, his files drifted with him, still stamped with a **** stamp, regardless of the Soviet Union or the Republic of China.Now, the discord between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party is well known to everyone, and a senior Kuomintang military officer lives in his house...

"You really don't intend to leave?" This sentence has a pitiful meaning.

"Approval for military injuries." Luo Chengyuan replied bluntly, without even turning red.

"Besides, Mr. Li took me in." Well, Housekeeper Li has moved out.

Mo Nian ignored this, but was very interested in the military injury: "What injury? Let me see?"

Luo Chengyuan was silent for a while: "Shrapnel, can it be cured?"

"Shrapnel..." Mo Nian was speechless.He is studying a double degree in Moscow. After finishing pathology, he specializes in physics. It is unrealistic to forget the theoretical basis. The shrapnel is a bit vague. If the bullet is easier to say, the bomb is...

Mo Nian was full of doubts, and now there was another one, and asked: "Then why don't you go to the military area to recuperate? Come to my house?"

"I'm here to find you, believe it or not?"

three

"I'm an international student, why are you looking for me?" Mo Nian gave him a white look, apparently in disbelief.

"That's it, why don't you think of something you believe?"

Luo Chengyuan twirled a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and ate happily, the glutinous rice flour sticking to his hands.Probably because of talking with Mo Nian, he seemed to be choking and coughed a few times.Mo Nian slowly pushed a glass of white water over, saw that he was coughing badly, and patted him on the back soothingly.Luo Chengyuan didn't even look at it and poured it down. Originally, the corners of his eyes were red from choking, but now he almost burned the tip of his tongue, and tears were forced out.Luo Chengyuan glared at Mo Nian resentfully, and slipped out of the main hall with hissing breath.

This is retaliation, childish nature.

Luo Chengyuan didn't go back at all, but because Mo Nian couldn't bear his temper, he came out before it was time for half a cup of tea.

"Come out?" Luo Chengyuan continued to tease him, "I remember your family is very well off, how did it become like this?"

What is it like now?Mo Nian was puzzled.

When Mo Nian's grandfather was young, he took a slant and chose to go into business, and became a well-known capitalist in Jinhua.His father also went out to sea with the boat a few times, but after the war, he stopped going to sea.But his father loves to play, so he went to the theater, desperately trying to marry his beautiful mother.After being severely beaten by his grandfather, he took his mother and fled to Shanghai. With courage and foresight, he also worked hard to save a lot of money.

In 1919, they got their marriage certificate and took black and white photos before notifying his grandfather. Mo Nian was born in 1922, and he was lucky enough to see his grandfather when he was five years old.Fortunately, Mo Nian was handsome since he was a child, so the old man was invited to the Lingering Garden angrily, gave Mo Nian a jade right as a talisman, and still left angrily.Today, I don't know if the old man is still alive.

Luo Chengyuan listened to Mo Nian's story with great interest, but he was still a little dazed when he stopped.

Mo Nian reminded him: "You haven't told me yet, why did you come to me."

"My father was a business partner with your father back then." Luo Chengyuan dawdled for a while, seeing that Mo Nian didn't respond at all, he added, "Behind Lingering Garden is my grandma's house. My mother is looking forward to life I’m a girl, but I didn’t let her dream come true, she raised me as a girl, and almost named me a girl.”

I'm a little impressed.

Mo Nian did remember such a little girl, but he really couldn't match the little girl in his memory with the colonel in front of him.After thinking about it secretly for a while, he actually amused himself.

Luo Chengyuan could probably guess what he was enjoying, so he simply changed the subject: "Your mother is an actress, can you sing?"

What shit logic!

Mo Nian was quite uncomfortable with being called an actor, but he nodded hesitantly.

They chatted and wandered around in the Lingering Garden, they didn't know where they were at the moment.Luo Chengyuan only felt that the surrounding scenery was similar, so he simply gave up struggling.

"Go here."

"It's a good theater, but the main entrance is not as big as the side entrance?" Luo Chengyuan wondered.

"My father built it to make my mother happy." Mo Nian pushed the door open and said calmly.

Luo Chengyuan stopped talking.

Mo Nian's father was willing to spend money on his lover, so the stage was well-made.The two of them went backstage, and Mo Nian rummaged through it all, and even found the costumes, cosmetics and other decorations that had been saved before.

"Are you going to put on makeup?"

"Sit down." Mo Nian glared at him.

So Luo Chengyuan jumped off the stage, chose the table in the center to sit down, and assumed a posture of listening carefully.

Mo Nian didn't put on any make-up, but only put on a costume to play a role.He took a few steps awkwardly, feeling quite uncomfortable, so he simply stood up like a wooden stake, as if he was fooling around.His theatrical accent is not very upright, the charm is not so full, and he only knows a few sentences, but Luo Chengyuan is very supportive.

"...the ruthless wasteland has a loving sky."

Seeing Luo Chengyuan sitting upright, Mo Nian couldn't help but say: "You are not born to listen to opera."

"indeed."

The two look at each other, and the two are silent.

"A play in Quanzhou, right? It's embarrassing for a great talent."

Mo Nian secretly felt that what he said was a little strange, but after thinking about it for a while, he couldn't find any problems.They chatted for a long time, and Mo Nian woke up for a long time before he felt hungry, so he made a gesture and went to eat together.

"I like you quite a bit." Luo Chengyuan paused, "You treat me as an old friend reunion, entertain me for a few days, will it work?"

Mo Nian's footsteps were unsteady, and it took him a while to answer: "I like you quite a bit, too."

He used the most earnest and sincere tone to block all the following.

four.

Back at the restaurant, the two sat down opposite each other.

On the table are two bowls of porridge, a plate of pancakes, and three or four dishes of side dishes.The round table was not big enough for Luo Chengyuan to support his face, his eyes glanced over all the dishes, and he stared straight at Mo Nian for a moment.Even though Mo Nian had a straight mind, he was also taken aback by him.

"Eat well." Mo Nian was helpless, and by the way looked Luo Chengyuan up and down, muttering in his heart: This one really doesn't look like a military master.

The meal was insipid, and the two chatted casually, and it was Mo Nian who finally ended the conversation.

Mo Nian put down his chopsticks and asked him, "Where's my luggage?"

So Luo Chengyuan led him to get it, and said in a cold tone, "I didn't touch it."

Mo Nian went to the main hall to take a look, and thought, well, he didn't touch it, how did he fall down before going to bed, and why is he still lying down now.

"Take a rest, I have something else to do." Mo Nian knew that there was something wrong with his words - Luo Chengyuan, what could he rest for?The garden is dying of boredom. ——But he has no extra energy to take care of Luo Chengyuan.But fortunately, Luo Chengyuan was very cooperative.

Both of them are cold-tempered, and they only come alive occasionally, not to mention that Mo Nian will inevitably be rude when it comes to important matters.

But there is no way.

Mo Nian went to the study with his suitcase, thinking about the next thing.

If nothing goes wrong, within three weeks the Soviet army will find him and "politely" invite him to return to the Soviet Union.If not, I'm afraid he will have to keep his head and take his box and return to the Soviet Union.If he can escape, he must find a way to join the army...

He belonged to the Moscow Institute of Nuclear Engineering in the Soviet Union, and he returned to China only after signing a confidentiality agreement.But he came out of the Buddha jumping over the wall, thinking that he didn't care about this reputation.I didn't want to have my documents confiscated as soon as I arrived at the border.

Leaving aside the past, the most important thing is to transfer the information and cleanse the identity.He came in a hurry, and the materials were in a mess.

Pushing open the door, he looked up, and there was a telegraph on the table. Mo Nian remembered that he didn't have it when he left, and it was probably another masterpiece of Luo Chengyuan.

When Mo Nian entered the study, the door was ajar.

By the time he realized he was hungry, it was already pitch black outside the window.There was a bowl on the small table near the door. He walked over and found a bowl of cold white fungus soup.

Mo Nian thought for a while, probably it was sent by Luo Chengyuan, seeing that he was busy, he quietly backed out.Mr. Li came to report to him at noon, and after a careful exhortation, he returned home.There is no reluctance to part with him, he has a dull temperament, and his feelings are not so deep.

He drank the cold white fungus soup whole, before stepping out of the study.

The moon is extremely bright tonight, but few stars are visible.

Although Mo Nian was a little tired, it was only a thin layer of floating ash, which would disappear as soon as the autumn wind outside the room blew.So he simply walked around in the garden and fed the bugs.The moon was too bright, making his eye sockets sore and his eye bones aching.

The previous countless nights also came like this.

Countless nights after that will pass like this.

Things are not over yet, but Mo Nian wants to rest.

The air in Lingering Garden is humid, and it is slightly cool when inhaled into the nasal cavity.

"Come up?" The man stood on the roof, laughed wantonly, and kicked down a tile flamboyantly.

Mo Nian looked up, and then he heard his own voice: "OK."

When Luo Chengyuan jumped down, Mo Nian thought, the quality of the military boots must be very good, otherwise how could he pat his legs and stand up after such an astonishing noise.As for how he got on the roof, I don't remember, and I don't need to remember.It was probably because Luo Chengyuan chose a bad posture to hold him up, Mo Nian only remembered the surge of blood and numb limbs.

That was the first time Mo Nian realized that he was probably afraid of heights.

He was in a predicament of restlessness, and the person involved actually said sarcastic remarks with great interest: "Afraid of heights?"

Mo Nian stiffened his neck and ignored it, took two steps inside, moved a little away from the edge, and sat down.

His palms were full of sweat.

Luo Chengyuan sat beside him, and asked him: "Tell me what you want? Anything is fine." Then he took out two magnets and put them in Mo Nian's palm.

The two magnets collided with each other with a "crack", Mo Nianlue forcefully separated them, and said casually: "What's there to say."

"As long as it's what you say, I love to hear it."

Mo Nian was stunned. The two of them had never met before, but it was rare to see such warmth.

So he slowly started from these two magnets, talking about the repulsion of the same pole and the attraction of the opposite pole, the composition of all things in the world, and the huge attraction in the atomic nucleus...

Luo Chengyuan interrupted him abruptly, calling him by his name in a serious manner for the first time.

"Mo Nian, are you an atom?"

Mo Nian was about to laugh at him, but when he saw Luo Chengyuan's expression, he suddenly realized the temptation.

True, true.

"You hug me."

The next moment Mo Nian heard Luo Chengyuan's strong heartbeat, and cheered as if he was trying his best to restrain himself through his fiery chest.

Unfortunately, he also heard the sound of his own heartbeat, accompanied by the acceleration and heating of the blood, pounding his chest one after another, deafening.

Mo Nian thought, it's over.

Perhaps it was the overwork that made him unconscious, Mo Nian raised his hand.

He didn't want to have too many entanglements with others, but at this moment, he pushed himself into the vortex with his own hands, regardless of his future.

Even if you lied to him, let's keep on cheating.

Fives.

How Mo Nian got on the roof is how he got on the ground.Luo Chengyuan had the fragrance of saponins on his body, which lingered faintly at the tip of his nose.When Mo Nian stood still, he closed his eyes and broke away from the warm embrace, leaving only a sigh of "I'm tired", and the mottled moonlight left there.

The two lived together peacefully for more than half a month, tacitly keeping silent about the distance they crossed that night.On the bright side, Luo Chengyuan tried his best to be nice to him, and made sweet food for him in different ways, but in places where Mo Nian couldn't see, his uneasiness intensified, enough to burn his reason to death.

Mo Nian felt that he seemed to have read through the script, and then calmly and step by step let it develop.And then facing Luo Chengyuan's smiling face, he felt that his blood was completely chilled, but he was too timid to break it.

He didn't believe it was good to have no reason, so Luo Chengyuan did what he wanted to do with a purpose from the beginning to the end.Mo Nian also complied with him, sending himself into the trap step by step.

He was fed up with being alone, so even if he took advantage of him, he would be willing to do so.

Today is Mo Nian's birthday.

In fact, he almost forgot about it himself, he was surprised when he saw a table full of food after he was busy. Luo Chengyuan even prepared two small pots of aged wine with great interest.

The Lingering Garden is so big, with only the two of them, it is unavoidably empty.

But it didn't matter, the two of them drank in the dark of night, and rolled down their throats without tasting it, which made their senses go numb at the same time.

"Are you sleepy?" Luo Chengyuan asked him in a soft voice.

Mo Nian nodded vaguely, his fair skin flushed.

"...I'll take you back to the house."

Knowing that his gentle strength was fake, and the layers of affection in his eyes were fake, Mo Nian did not refuse.

Mo Nian was not drunk, it was Luo Chengyuan who thought he was drunk.Mo Nian grew up in the country of wine, and every Sunday was filled with strong blended wine and high-strength whiskey, how could he get drunk.The frightening thing is that being sober at this moment is even more chilling than being drowsy and drunk.

It's really hard for Admiral Luo to act at this level.

Luo Chengyuan didn't do anything out of line, sent him back to his room and left.

Mo Nian opened his eyes, and there was a sarcasm in his eyes.

Of course he won't stay in the bedroom for long, he has more important things to do.

The lights in the study were turned on again.

For the past half month, almost every night, Luo Chengyuan would sneak into the study after he fell asleep.But he never mentioned it, never tried it.

Mo Nian watched his invasion with cold eyes.

What about tonight, he is "drunk" tonight, can he do more things to achieve his goal?

Reason told him that Luo Chengyuan must have done something, but emotion drove him not to think about it.

Mo Nian stood outside the door, looking at the dim light in the study, even breathing lightly.

Luo Chengyuan was sending a telegram, and he didn't want to know what the content was.

He only wished that this dream would last longer, and that Luo Chengyuan would have the patience to deceive him, so that there would be a bright color in his too boring life.

The next day, in the quiet alley, there was an extra group of patrolling troops, the Kuomintang army.

There were two more days, and after two days, he had to leave.

But everything is variable.

Just when he opened the door and saw the unfamiliar Soviet face outside, at the moment when despair suddenly rose in his heart, his study flooded.

The fire was so sudden that even he himself was stunned for a few seconds.The next moment he ran to the study, watching calmly and self-sufficiently all his hard work was destroyed.He expected, expected that the Soviet Union would come after him, expected that Luo Chengyuan would guess his background, but he didn't expect that he would be cleared of all charges in this way.

His heart throbbed badly, but he didn't dare to find Luo Chengyuan and ask the truth.

Luo Chengyuan stood at the door of his bedroom with a gun in his hand.

What should come will always come, never be late, never miss the appointment.

Mo Nian wanted to laugh.

six.

"Do you hate me?"

"No hate." Yes, I know what you are going to do, so no hate.

But will be disappointed.

What does that revolver mean?Today, he will never escape death.

"You're going to kill me."

But why, why in the past days, he gave Luo Chengyuan countless opportunities, countless fatal injuries, and even forced himself to act with him, acting affectionately and righteously, as if he had given all his trust to him .In those days, why didn't he end his life?Want to wait until today?

"...Yes." Luo Chengyuan lowered his eyebrows, "I will never...will lie to you."

"One of your goals is to kill me." Not to lie to you, it is indeed a brilliant statement, but isn't the truth that is concealed more bloody?

"……Yes."

It's chilling to be honest.

"I only have three bullets." Luo Chengyuan said, "We can take a gamble."

The gun in Luo Chengyuan's hand was a 9mm revolver with six rounds.

"I loaded the bullet...turn the magazine. If you say stop, load it, life and death are up to you." Luo Chengyuan paused for a moment, then continued to speak slowly, "You are alive, I will send you away."

This gamble... is killing him?

"You never believed me." Luo Chengyuan pushed the bullets into the clip, one, two, three, without looking at Mo Nian.

Mo Nian sneered slightly: "Yeah, what's up."

Why do you believe it, based on his long-planned infiltration, his malicious temptations and counter-tests, or his deep "love"?

Luo Chengyuan turned the magazine.He used a little more force, shaking out a cloud of phantom.

Mo Nian closed his eyes.

"stop."

Luo Chengyuan didn't need to do anything, he pinched an extremely clever timing, and just as he finished speaking, the magazine stopped rotating.

Mo Nian took the gun, loaded it, and pulled the trigger.

Unexpected empty gun.

However, the recoil force was so great that his tiger's mouth was numb and cracked, dripping blood dripping all the way to his elbow.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I will see you off."

Mo Nian didn't bother to ask why, he had nothing to worry about in this world, it was just the difference between living a few more years and losing a few years.

But since Luo Chengyuan wanted to kill him, why did he let him live?

It wasn't a very long night.

Mo Nian's mind was in chaos, but it was extremely clear.He stared at the scenery outside the window in a daze all night, and he didn't fall asleep until the sky turned white.

The mission of those Soviet soldiers was, nine out of ten, to retrieve the information.But the carbonization of the data has reached this point, so it can only be left alone.

Thinking about it carefully, every word Luo Chengyuan said to him contained a hidden mystery.He soberly knew that every word was a trap, but he jumped into it without hesitation and watched the hunter draw the net soberly.

But what Mo Nian didn't figure out was, in this case, why did Luo Chengyuan act like he cared for him, was it to interfere with his judgment, or was it something else...?

He dared not think.

Mo Nian thought, he probably didn't sleep for a long time.

But why are you leaving?

Luo Chengyuan helped him pack his luggage, and led him into the train station in his unclear state.

This time he was wearing a military uniform, which fit him perfectly, but he was doing what a bastard would do.

The train stopped.

His memories related to trains are inseparable from rain.

Mo Nian likes rain. The cool water droplets irritate his skin and make him more awake.But at this moment, he would rather not be sober.

Luo Chengyuan suddenly held his hand.

"Go to Jinhua, get off at Hangzhou and report my name."

"After this battle is over, I will go to Jinhua to find you."

The whistle sounded.

Mo Nian stepped into the car door with one foot, tilted his head, and asked him.

"Did you ever care about me?"

Luo Chengyuan's pupils shrank sharply, as if he wanted to say something.

With the loud sound of the car door closing, they were separated by a door after all.

Forget it, don't need to know.

seven.

When Mo Nian arrived at Luo Chengyuan's residence, it was Luo Chengyuan's mother who greeted him.

He couldn't figure out why he came to Luo Chengyuan's residence as promised.Perhaps it was because this was the only place he could live.

Luo Chengyuan's mother treated him very well, as if treating him like a son.The old lady was not surprised by his arrival, but when she happened to see Yupei, she lost her composure and shed tears.

Mo Nian didn't know the existence of the jade pendant, not to mention that it was pressed at the bottom of the box, Luo Chengyuan must have been unwilling to let him see it.

"If it's important...then you can take it away." Mo Nian had lived in the Luo Mansion for more than a month at this time, and he had a clear understanding of Mrs. Luo's temperament.

"If he gave it to you, then he gave it to you." The old woman had a trace of helplessness on her face.

Mo Nian squeezed the jade tightly, and vaguely guessed the meaning it represented.

He can't stand it.

"Don't bother...I'm going to say goodbye in a few days." Mo Nian made up his mind, his original plan included the idea of ​​joining the army, and the only place where he could see Luo Chengyuan was the army.

He still owes Mo Nian an answer, so he must be found.

It's really not difficult to start mixing with a team.He hadn't thrown away his education certificate yet, and he had a famous name, so he didn't look like a bad guy, so he was recruited as an accompanying military doctor.In a few days, he will be enlisting in the army.

"You have to live well."

Mo Nian's heart was shocked, and he couldn't bear to ignore his wife's wishes, so he agreed.

In fact, where is life easy?Even in the rear, no one dared to guarantee his life.

How smooth his future is, what is most lacking in the war is a doctor, even half-baked ones can be protected by the stars.

He lives for obsession.

October [-].

Busy people don't have time to think wildly, even Mo Nian is no exception.Occasionally, he would think of Luo Chengyuan on nights with a bright moon and few stars, and think of all kinds of things about him, good and bad coexist.But the face in memory was blurred to the point where only the first glimpse of it remained.

The sudden sound of the siren tore through the night, and the temporary hospital was brightly lit for an instant.

It was an air strike.

Mo Nian didn't plan to run for his life.

Anyway, I have tasted the so-called love, and it doesn't matter about life or death.

He vaguely saw someone stumbling over.

The temporary hospital was not close to the war zone, but it was late at night, and the seriously wounded soldiers should be on stretchers no matter what, how could...

In an instant, he figured it out.

Most likely deserters, unable to stand the harsh environment of the army, took advantage of the chaos.

He has never bothered to save such a person.

He glanced at the man again, intending to leave.But that one glance nailed him to the spot, unable to move.

Is it... Luo Chengyuan?

Before Luo Chengyuan fell into a coma, Luo Chengyuan vaguely heard a sentence.

"Got you."

Mo Nian walked through the corridor with Luo Chengyuan on his back, the gushing blood almost soaked his coat.

Before entering the operating room, a nurse held him back and asked cautiously, "Doctor Mo, is he... the Kuomintang army?"

These words were like a thunderbolt, hitting Mo Nian on the top of his head.

He settled down, raised his left hand, and settled Luo Chengyuan on the bench.

"I swear on my badge, he's the first soldier."

His noncommittal frightened the little nurse, and she nodded tremblingly.

Luo Chengyuan lay in the intensive care unit for half a month, and his vital signs were so weak that it was hard to detect a few days ago, so Mo Nian nursed by his bedside for three days in his clothes.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Luo Chengyuan woke up. He had never stayed in the ward before.

Luo Chengyuan also asked privately who his attending physician was.However, the little nurses tacitly chose not to talk about it.

Luo Chengyuan thought, Mo Nian hated him after all.

The hatred was engraved into the flesh and blood, and because of the old love, he was given back his life, and then there was no news.

Luo Chengyuan stopped asking.

He still owed Mo Nian the answers to many questions, and he hadn't revealed the truth to Mo Nian.But the days to come are long, and he has plenty of time to speak clearly and clearly.

After recovering from his injury, he also left very knowledgeably, without making a sound.

If Mo Nian doesn't want to see him, then go away. If we can meet again, there will be time.

Eight.

"We need a hostage, do you understand?"

Mo Nian played dumb and shook his head.

"Actually, you know very well that without you, I can still find him." The man paused, "But when the time comes, I won't have the attitude I'm talking to you now."

"He can't die."

"I didn't expect him to die, why doesn't Doctor Mo understand?" His eyes flashed, "You care about him very much?"

"It's just a friend." Don't care.

"I tried every means to trick you out. How could I negotiate with you? If you help me, I promise that Luo Chengyuan will not die. If you hold on to your pride, from the moment I find Luo Chengyuan, your fate will be One, understand"

The man in front of him was Luo Chengyuan's left and right hand, and Luo Chengyuan never came back after being injured, so he naturally didn't know where Luo Chengyuan was, so it was difficult for him to find Mo Nian.

His words are not entirely trustworthy, but they cannot be dismissed either.

"……I promise you."

Before Mo Nian got on the train, he sent a telegram to Luo Chengyuan.

"I'm starting from Beijing. It's two o'clock in the afternoon. I can arrive at your hometown at four o'clock tomorrow."

The moment Luo Chengyuan received the telegram, his hands were shaking.

It seems that the two of them haven't seen each other for only half a year, but Luo Chengyuan hopes to reunite with Mo Nian sooner, sooner.

There is only one Beijing-Shanghai line from Beijing to Shanghai, so he grabbed his officer's badge and wallet and ran all the way to the train station.

He was a little out of breath as he ran over, but that was okay.He booked a standing ticket, so he leaned against the window.Accompanied by the whistle of the old-fashioned train all the way north, my hands were still shaking, and my heartbeat accelerated a little bit uncontrollably.

Luo Chengyuan felt that he hadn't slept. Looking at the scenery along the way until the sun set, until the scattered stars were covered with shady scenes, he was very energetic.Before he got off the train at Xuzhou Station, he bought a bunch of wilting daisies, and took advantage of the brief gap between the train leaving the station and crossed the railway line to the opposite side.

When he was passing through, a train came rumblingly with dazzling lights, turned around when he reached the safe zone, and bowed and gave a military salute to the driver who happened to come over.

There were so many people in the car that it was difficult for him to find an empty compartment to get on.Luo Chengyuan finally entered from the locomotive workshop at the end of the train, and entered the carriage through the narrow door.

He looked quickly, saying sorry all the way to find the next car.He will never forget Mo Nian's appearance, so he can tell at a glance whether he is there or not.When Luo Chengyuan saw Mo Nian in a carriage, he suddenly calmed down.

Luo Chengyuan is a senior military officer of the Kuomintang, and has always been.As for Mo Nian, Mo Nian is an accompanying military doctor of the Chinese army and a top student in physics. Will he ride alone? Then his surroundings... must be all soldiers.

Luo Chengyuan quietly and slowly passed by some people. When he was standing in the middle of the carriage, Mo Nian's eyes, which had been lowered all the time, suddenly lifted up.

It was like a glance after thousands of years, brushed across his face like alms, and then left lightly.

Did she always hate him? She hated him so much that she didn't even want to give him a look.Then why bother to send a telegram, and why give him hope?

Luo Chengyuan took another step forward.

Those ancient well-free eyes suddenly became sharp, and two icy lights pierced into his eyes, causing his heart and lungs to ache.Mo Nian's lips moved slightly, but the words he spit out were like snakes and scorpions.

He said, go away.

One step, even one step close to him, made him painful.

Luo Chengyuan stepped back step by step until his back touched the door of the carriage, and the cold metal made him shiver.He opened the car window and listened to the wind outside the window.

In the next second, Mo Nian saw the daisy that quickly disappeared from his vision.

How could I not understand.

Luo Chengyuan stared at Mo Nian almost viciously, trying to find a crack in his expression.

But he failed.

It was a complete mess.

nine.

If he knew that it was the last time, Mo Nian would never treat him like that.

He began to wait from February [-], until the founding of New China, and until late autumn again, before he waited for the news of Luo Chengyuan.

But it was news of death.

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